Since I was fifteen I found myself writing a poem

That was the time I truly felt lonesome;

I was forced to migrate in a foreign land,

Thousands of miles away from my loved ones.



The very first night was the most difficult evening

I couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t help but keep on crying;

So I sat on the corner and grabbed a pen and a pad

And started writing and pour out every emotion I had.

Months have passed and I was still writing,

I wasn’t lonesome anymore, rather I found myself smiling;

A pen and a pad became my great companions,

Through them I expressed my real emotions.

A year passed by and my life suddenly changed

I was put to a test and faced a very difficult challenge;

A quiet and a very shy young woman,

Had to start facing the world on her own.

I was not used to be friendly to anyone

So I always found myself feeling abandoned;

I realized nothing’s going to happen if I just sit in the corner

So I started talking and share some laughter.

I started making friends in my new settled place

But my old friends from afar will never be replaced;

There were times when I still feel lonely at night,

So I just pour out my emotions on a paper and write.

Every time I’m lonely, scared or happy,

I write them down though it may turn out funny;

Emotions are great tools that I always use

To create poems that takes away my blues.

It has been seven years since I started writing poems

Now, look at the type of person I have become!

Poetry, thank you for being a great companion

You are very dear, you are my passion!!